"So, here's to life and every joy it brings here's to life for dreamers and their dreams." the flowing melodies of Shirley Horn wafting through the comfy crevices of those mental spaces housing memories scrabble & red wine set the pace of the palaver overflowing with the magic of grandma's grace So begins the evictions of self inflictions with her there is no too great a sin So begins the oral threading of the historical philosophical quilt woven with ancestral fabrics made from uprooted ivy laced baobabs rhythms of perseverance pulsating through the walls of the NW DC home commemorating this annual date of sitting face to face triple word score bookmarks the lesson brings us back to the place fresh ground aromas reset the day a granddaughter's prayer inshallah to continue forevermore
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Moonlight & Mannequins
Moody mystical melancholic alley Lightly lit lane inflexibly constricting Solitary stiffness stifled stillness It moves Was that a shadow of the light or was it something more? hush now. quiet... Tiptoe tentatively through the terrifying trail Unfazed upgaze, unmatched upheaval Whirling whimsically down the wilted walkway Luminous beams bear witness to the endless sight of the bare armed mannequin upon a moonlit Monday night
Geography, Photography, Why not get into Cartography? Yoga, jogging, or maybe some doodling Whatever eases those anxieties and gets them creative juices flowing Your passion, your mission, your ultimate life’s destination Expand it, explore it, but heaven forbid don’t ignore it You’ll feel it, I promise But don’t take my word for it. Serenity, the trinity, or maybe humanity Observe your purpose by staying away from society’s circus The quiet, the silence, it’s the mindfulness science It calls you, it feels your heart yearning to sign up for classes on this journey of life long learning
oceanspray on toses and duckbutt my kitten palm trees for days and no need for mittens muay thai boxing and snorkeling these are a few of my favorite Thai things Dancing at jambay all through the night iridescent plankton are such a sight sticky rice, som tom, and mangosteen these are a few of my favorite Thai things Jungle tour boat rides with monitor lizards All the Thai people might just be wizards All dressed in black mourning the king These are a few of my favorite Thai things When its cold out There’s no sun out And I want to pout I simply remember my favorite Thai things And then I just want to sing! *In my Julie Andrews voice*
‘No words come to mind’ she said in her head Tossing and turning in her great comfy bed A poem a day is no easy task Perhaps she’d have more luck if she carried a flask She looked through her window expecting dark skies, for pollution in Hanoi was always nearby She gasped with delight as she noticed the blue and out poured the words, her mind feeling anew no natural solution to this manmade pollution until mama earth’s unforgiving revolution Education is tainted with hidden agendas Conditioning minds to consume and produce with no time for hearing the cries of our great big world’s darkening skies A rant she could feel was stewing inside brewing and boiling ready to burst out from all sides yet, who would be listening save trolls and the choir it’s too late for preaching upon this darkened hour Tis the season for slowing down our pace An era to set aside race, gender, age and birth place It’s a call upon warriors to march into place Pause and reflect, listen and hear The moment for action is tangibly near For those believing, its crystal clear Love for all life is the answer, my dear ‘What did you say’ her partner woke in a fright for she had been ranting and raving all through the night ‘Oh nothing bae’ she answered with no delay ’this poem a day might just prove that I’m cray’ |
Ubuntu: I am who I am because of who we are. AuthorEsther was born in Utah, raised in Durham (Bull City), North Carolina. Over the last 6 years she has lived in 6 cities, 3 states, and 4 countries. She doesn't like traveling or anything... Archives
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